Page 2 of Restless
“No. Jo isn’t here yet, and when she comes, she’ll turn around and go home again. She is as sick of this shit as we are,” Yvonne snaps.
“Wow, hold on there. What’s going on?” Cap gives Yvonne his attention before glancing at Anna.
I turn and leave all of them to it because I’m going to get the women out of their beds. It’s going to cause a ruckus, but I don’t give a shit. Walking up the corridor to the women’s rooms, I attempt to pass Truck, but he stops me. “Where are you going in such a rush?” he asks, and I give him a smirk before telling him about the women helping clean bathrooms.
“I’ll do it. I have a more tactful approach than you do.”
Now, that has to be one of the funniest things I’ve ever heard, but I give him a signal to go-ahead. A minute later he’s opened a bedroom door and I hear squawking from Trix and Daisy who share that bedroom. A minute after that they are both hauled out of the room by Truck who is pushing them using a hand at thebase of their backs. “Get to it. Pres’ orders, and if you don’t get on with it get packed and get out.”
I can’t help the chuckle that escapes me, and Truck gives me a smirk before he opens Rita and Flick’s room, which is the next one along the corridor. I grin to myself as I turn around and head back to the kitchen where hopefully Jo has arrived and started making breakfast.
What I found in the kitchen was the last thing I expected to find. Tracker is standing with his arms folded across his chest. Anna, Yvonne and now Jo are standing watching Cap speak to Cilla. Now how the hell has she got in here?
“Cilla, what are you doing here?” I blurt out as I step closer.
“Oh, hello. You were at the club last night weren’t you? It was your friend who ...”
Cilla is interrupted and spins around to glare at Tracker when he asks, “What do you want? We have things to do.”
“Look, your friend Bono told me to inform you that ZeBach is coming.”
Now, Tracker steps closer to Cilla, and he has that look on his face that tells me Cilla may be close to losing her head because he may just rip it off. I quickly step between them and hold my hand out to stop Tracker. “Hang on, Pres. This woman talks to the dead.”
“Lord have mercy!” Jo blurts as she makes a cross over her face then chest. Yvonne takes the hint and does the same. But Anna just shakes her head. Cap is smirking and I’m thinking shit, I’m not in a good position here.
Pushing past by ducking under my outstretched arm, Cilla speaks to Tracker again. “Look. It’s up to you whether you believe me or not. But your friend is worried that someone iscoming to hurt you.” Now, I’m not shocked, but everyone else in the kitchen is when Cilla snarls to the left side of Tracker. “I’m telling him, asshole. Shut it. For goodness’ sake, you are all the same. Pushing to be heard, do this, do that, do you think I’ve nothing better to do than be your messenger?”
“Lady, who the fuck are you talking to?” Tracker snaps as he’s looking to his left and nobody is standing there.
“Bono. I’m talking to that knucklehead. He said to confirm it is him by saying he got shot in the back of the head. His head is mended now though, and I reckon he has his brain intact again, too. But anyway, he says that ZeBach is coming for you. Payback or something.” Cilla stands looking at Tracker, not flinching at all, and giving him solid eye contact.
Tracker rubs his chin and smirks. “Ask him who he was with when in Florida.”
Cilla looks to Tracker's left again, nods her head, and then replies. “He said a bitch named Mercy. His words, not mine. I don’t call women bitches, well not unless they are acting like one that is.”
Tracker is looking mighty shocked at Cilla’s reply, so I can only presume that the answer is correct. “Why is he here? Is he stuck or something? You know, shouldn’t he be in heaven or something?” Tracker asks, looking a little on the pale side.
“He had to heal before he moved on, and then for some reason he got wind of this person wanting to hurt you. If you believe him, he can move on now to the next level,” Cilla nods at something Bono must have said to her, and I’m squinting, trying to see the fucker for myself.
“Okay. I know who ZeBach is, and why he would come for me. Since you know the name of the woman in Florida, I can only presume you are not telling me lies. But lady, if you aretaking the piss you’ll regret it,” Tracker looks to me, “take the lady to the gate and see her out.”
“Come on, Cilla,” I place my hand on her lower back and guide her out of the back door. “Did you come in your own vehicle?” I am doing my best to keep things light.
“Yes. If I get more information, I will inform you. Can I have your phone number so I can send a message rather than come out here?”
“Of course.” We swap phone numbers. I watch her climb into an old model Toyota pickup truck and drive away before rushing back into the kitchen.
“Is that woman a fucking head case or is she for real?” Tracker asks me, as it is obvious I knew her or of her since I knew her name.
“I think she is for real, Pres. What do you want us to do? Should we be prepared in-case, or ignore it and hope she’s wrong?”
“Oh, ZeBach may come. He’s not going to forget I had his base blown to pieces with most of his men in it. I’m not surprised he would come to the US to get revenge. Rides, Keys, Ghost, Judge, Demon, Bowie, and you were with me at that time. I reckon you are all targets along with me, but his hatred is mostly with me as I was the head honcho in his eyes.” Tracker rubs his chin, turns and walks out of the kitchen, but stops in the doorway to the common area to look over his shoulder. “Let the others know, Finger. I’m going to contact some people and find out what I can.”
“Okay, Pres,” I respond and look at Cap who wasn’t with us at that time. Cap gives me a worried look, which I return, but I’ve got to find and speak to the brothers. They need to watch their backs.
Chapter 2
CILLA
